Wax and grow, spreading, slow,
Trickle and wend, around the bend.
Gurgle and flow, up we go,
To laughter's death and smile's end.
Seep, creep, up the wall,
Grip the pipe, grasp the gutters,
Up to the highest windows tall,
To parch the life behind the shutters.
Bubble and creep, quick and steep,
Ooze and pour, onto the floor,
Through the window, in we seep,
To the light blue room, with the painted door.
No comments:
Post a Comment